Brennan had turned the light off after her surprise statement, refusing to say another word. Booth had sat in the chair, listening to her breathe, unable to sleep.
Bones had never been one to let her beliefs be easily corrupted. She believed in science and facts and things she could touch with her hands.
But for him, she was willing to put all of it aside and trust what he was telling her. To believe in him and what he'd experienced. Booth wondered if she knew that that meant to him.
At first light, Booth went to find some coffee and stretch his legs. Sitting in that chair all night definitely had not been good for his back and he moved stiffly up the hallway. One of the nurses took pity on him, offering both the coffee and some aspirin.
He took them gratefully, and watched the sun rise outside the windows at the end of the hall. The hospital started to come to life around him; new nurses came and the night nurses left. Food was delivered and doctors started to make their rounds. Life continued, the same as it always had.
Hodgins called early, and Booth left with him to retrieve the items left on the mountain. It took little time, since they were familiar with the area and knew exactly where they were going. Brennan's rental was gone; towed back to Washington where she could retrieve her items later.
Booth arrived back in the room just as the doctor was leaving. "We're going to release her today," he said before Booth could ask. "There are no signs of infection or a concussion. She can follow up at home with regard to the leg."
Shaking his hand, Booth thanked him for all his help. "I'll make sure she gets what she needs."
The doctor smiled, thinking of the conversation the day before. "I have no doubt of that."